Poem Shel Silverstein

Pour Me Another Tequila Sheila

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Pour me another tequila, Sheila.
Take off that red satin dress.
‘Cause I crossed the border,
And I beat the dealer for all of that gold in Juarez.
I feel like ol’ Pancho Villa, Sheila,
And I’ve got the pesos to spend,
So pour me another tequila, Sheila.
And lay down and love me again.

No I can’t tell you about it.
Don’t mind the gun by my bed,
But I feel kind’a naked without it,
And it eases the fears in my head.
I never trusted in woman,
But Sheila I trust you tonight.
So pass me the salt and a lemon,
Bend down and blow out the light.


Sheila I’m hearin’ your heartbeat,
But I’m hearing footsteps outside.
The courtyard is crawlin’ with them Federales
And Sheila, there’s no place to hide,
but I don’t know who could have tipped ’em,
nobody knew it but you,
but I never have trusted in woman,
Sheila, here’s what I’m going to do.


Yeah! Pour me another tequila,
I’m gonna put on your red satin Dress.
You put on my clothes, and you go face the dealer.
Sheila I wish you the best.
I never trusted in woman,
Sheila I trusted you tonight.
So pour me another tequila Sheila,
And I’ll run for the border again.
Yeah! Pour me another tequila,
Sheila, as I ride for the border again.

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